Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1141 - 557
Previously on Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups...
"Open fire!"
The Reaper's scythe started swinging with Captain Hu's order.
At the side cabin entrance, the preheated M134 six-barrel aerial cannon roared instantly, sending chills down the spine.
Buzz————
It wasn't a simple gunshot; it sounded like ripping cloth in a endless wail.
Firing at 600 rounds per minute, the barrel spat out a straight line of blazing fire like a whip.
The torrent of 7.62mm full-power bullets, capable of ripping apart armored vehicles in a metal frenzy, rained down without mercy.
The rooftop's concrete surface cracked apart right away, and the tough material got gouged like soft bean curd.
Fragments scattered everywhere, and clouds of dust billowed up.
Captain Hu gazed at the tiny "ants" below, a vicious grin curling his mouth.
With firepower this intense, even a squad of frail elders and kids—or an armored carrier—would get sliced clean through!
Right then, a handful of silhouettes on the roof dashed toward the edge of survival.
As Fang Cheng's power surged, he muttered softly: "Run fast."
The Illuminati members obeyed their chairman's command without pause.
Fei Ying, being an agility-based ability user after all,
Crossed that short thirty-meter gap in a flash.
Before the gunner could shift his aim, he glided into the shelter of the roof's doorway like a spectral blur, hugging the floor.
Yet the other pair faced greater trouble.
Old Chen, being elderly, lagged in his response by a moment.
Fatty Hu, with a missing arm, severe wounds, and unsteady steps, lurched forward awkwardly.
Ratatatatata——
Merely ten meters shy of the entrance, deadly bullet showers descended suddenly, nipping at their heels.
Sparks erupted, and ricocheting gravel pelted Fatty Hu's back like jagged pieces.
It failed to pierce his flesh, but the sting hurled him off balance, crashing hard onto the surface.
"Fatty!"
Spotting this from the doorway, Fei Ying's eyes bulged in panic.
Silently, he kicked off the wall with his feet, charging backward into danger.
"Grab on!"
Snatching Old Chen's collar, he hurled him fiercely toward safety using his speed.
Old Chen arced through the air, tumbling and scrambling into the stairwell.
Yet when Fei Ying whirled to seize Fatty Hu, time had run out.
The deadly "fiery whip" had already lashed right up to them.
Fatty Hu's bulky frame proved too weighty, and Fei Ying's slim limb couldn't hoist him.
As bullets hammered down only half a meter from their position,
Death's overwhelming shadow forced their eyes shut in despair.
Still, the anticipated agony never struck.
Clink, clink, clink——
A barrage of sharp clangs burst near their ears, akin to hail striking metal.
They blinked open in shock.
A towering form, solid as a peak, had somehow positioned itself ahead, absorbing every shot for them.
It's the chairman!
Joy flooded their faces as they stared at Fang Cheng.
His stance fixed like roots to the earth, arms shielding his head and face, with muscles swelling like boulders.
The devastating full-power rounds that could mince flesh merely scratched faint red lines on his skin.
Then they ricocheted away as if striking steel, twisting into mangled metal littering the ground.
And even more remarkably.
With a deep breath and a roar, Fang Cheng rooted himself in a firm Horse Stance, as a radiant golden glow surfaced over his frame.
This marked the Protective Gang Qi, born from vital energy at its zenith.
It wrapped him like scorching flames, or the fabled Golden Bell Shield.
Through the bullet storm, it gleamed with an intense, divine radiance too bright to behold.
"Why aren't you getting out!"
Fang Cheng bellowed like thunder.
Fei Ying jolted awake, reacting at once.
Clenching his jaw, he summoned every ounce of power to haul the downed Fatty Hu, tumbling and clawing their way into the staircase.
Meanwhile, the helicopter's gunner nearly bulged his eyes in disbelief.
"What... what kind of monster is this?"
Captain Hu stood frozen in shock too.
As those rats slipped into their burrow, redirecting the gunner came too late.
What stunned him most was the figure enduring the bullet barrage at the center.
Under the harsh beam, the man held a perfect Martial Artist Horse Stance, his build expanding suddenly.
The snug black hoodie shredded into rags, exposing formidable muscles forged like iron and steel.
Latissimus dorsi flared like spectral masks, pectorals hardened into stone, and abdominals etched sharply.
Each muscle fiber twisted fiercely, as though swarms of serpents lurked under his hide.
In mere seconds, his physique grew a size larger, shifting from a regular youth to a Vajra Warrior.
His resilience leaped to new heights.
The cannon's storm of projectiles hammered down, rebounding with flashes yet failing to graze him.
"Horizontal Body Training? Telekinesis Shield?"
Despite the jolt, Captain Hu swiftly shook off the surprise.
As a frontline special ops captain on frequent missions, he'd encountered plenty of mutants wielding odd powers.
Some turned to stone, others wielded arts to warp dimensions.
Take the Bloodthorn Mercenary Corps' Big Bear, with his freakish muscular might.
Though nowhere near as impervious and composed as this guy,
But what of it?
They rode an armed chopper, suspended over fifty meters high above the roof.